Inside the small tile-roofed house, a small electric light flickered on and off.
Yu Lin looked around and found it even more unbelievable.
How could anyone live in such a shabby and impoverished environment?
The simple-minded woman brought over a chair and invited the two of them to sit down. He looked at the "disabled" chair with a missing leg, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully sat down.
The chair made a long, drawn-out creak, as if it were about to fall apart. Startled, he immediately jumped up, gave the silly woman an awkward smile, and stepped back behind Nan Xian.
The silly woman glanced at him, then looked at Nan Xian, her sparse eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a look of surprise and confusion.
However, before Nan Xian could notice the change in her expression, the silly woman quickly looked away.
She took the box containing peony cinnabar, held it in her left hand, curled her four fingers with her right hand, placed her thumb on the lid, closed her eyes slightly, muttered incantations, and drew inward-converging vortices on the box with her hand.
Yu Lin was initially observing the simpleton, but upon seeing her actions, he was startled and his expression immediately turned serious.
Yu Lin never mentioned his mother to anyone.
In his memory, his mother was always a woman as delicate and fragile as a dodder vine, sensitive and thoughtful, as if she would wither and die immediately if she had no one to rely on.
The mother and son lived in a remote small town in Switzerland. He rarely saw his father, especially during holidays, when his father would never appear. More often, his father's young male assistant in a suit would be there, and he would call his mother "Little Madam".
Young Yu Lin didn't understand why her father couldn't accompany her to set off firecrackers and watch fireworks, nor did she understand why her mother dressed her in a skirt, tied her hair, and made her look like a girl.
Only when he grew up did he realize that his mother had always been a mistress who couldn't be seen in public, and that he was an even more shameful illegitimate child.
Her father's first wife came from a prestigious family, and their marriage was a political alliance. There was no question of love or lack thereof, and she always turned a blind eye to her husband's extramarital affairs.
She was aloof and proud, and didn't care even after learning about Yu Lin's mother's existence.
She's nothing more than a mistress and an illegitimate daughter.
But the truth eventually came out. As Yu Lin grew up, his male characteristics became more and more obvious. Even if he deliberately grew his hair long and wore women's clothes, others could still tell at a glance that he was a boy.
In particular, the son of the first wife was uneducated and idle, while Yu Lin showed outstanding intelligence and talent from a young age.
The two are worlds apart.
When the wife learned of this, she could no longer sit still.
She was so audacious that she even hired assassins to kill them. At that time, they had lost contact with the country and were desperate, fleeing day and night without a word of warning.
Finally, they managed to contact the male assistant and sought refuge in his house, only to discover that the assistant had been bribed by the wife and was working with the assassin to trap them inside.
Yu Lin will always remember that when the assassin broke down the door, his mother knelt before him with tears in her eyes, her hands trembling, chanting strange incantations intermittently while drawing circles in front of him.
"Ah Lin, you must live on, for your mother's sake, live well..."
A gunshot rang out, and warm liquid sprayed onto Yu Lin's face.
He fainted, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already been taken back to China by his father.
That night, the wife's son drove into the lake and drowned after drinking. The wife was so grief-stricken that she suffered a stroke and fell into a coma, from which she remains to this day.
Yu Lin thus became the rightful eldest grandson of the Qin family.
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